I learned how to accept life as it is from my father. However, he did not teach me acceptance when he was strong and healthy. But rather when he was 1 and ill.
My father was 2 a strong man who loved being active, but a terrible illness 3 all that away. Now he can no longer walk and he must sit quietly in a chair all day. Even talking is 4 . One night, I went to visit him with my sisters. We started 5 about life, and I told them about one of my 6 .
